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Stimulation update
🕑 Added 2018-06-01 22:01:08 +0000 UTCCass hung from her chains for hours. Or maybe just minutes. She had no way of knowing. Her arms and shoulders ached terribly, but she could withstand it. The way Steph had strung her up on tiptoe strained her legs and hips, but being naked caused her no shame. What was worse was being blindfolded. She couldn’t see what was happening in the room around her. She could hear scuffling, but when she called out, no one answered.
Something soft and feathery stroked between her thighs. Cass screamed. “Who’s there?!”
No answer. But she felt the feathery touch again, stroking along the side of her pussy and up to her hooded clit. A feather! She tried to kick out and stop it from touching her, but didn’t connect. Pain she had learned to handle, but not the arousing caress that taunted and tantalized her. She kicked and kicked and kicked, but it was like there was no one there. She knew there was, but who was it—Steph? It didn’t matter. Whoever it was, they knew exactly how to torture her.
Chained up, blindfolded, and now tickled, Cass began to cry. She needed to be fucked so badly. She would’ve thought she’d had enough with ‘Tim’ and ‘Dick’, but the prolonged, aching lack of stimulation had gnawed at her lust, bringing it back tenfold. She wanted to be overwhelmed again. She wanted to be a bitch again. Anything was better than this waiting.
But Steph wanted her to know she had no control over her own pleasure. She was a prisoner at Steph’s command. Cass began to appreciate the control being worked on her. She couldn’t convince herself that she wouldn’t give in as the temptation mounted and became more insidious.
“What’s happening… who’s there?” she demanded, feeling a light touch on the curve of her buttocks. Then she contorted in pain as a huge dildo pushed between her asscheeks. Its well-lubricated heft forced its way down to her tightly puckered asshole and rammed inside of her. It was moist enough to slip into her, but still so big that as Cass stretched, it felt like it was killing her.
“Too big! Too… big!” she shrieked, but whoever was sodomizing her kept going. To Cass, blindfolded and chained to the ceiling, the fucking seemed to go on forever. Then, it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
“You have a fantastic ass,” Steph said, and Cass found herself smiling before she was fucked again. Steph rammed the dildo into her asshole viciously, withdrew it, then shoved it in even harder. Grabbing her slim hips with soft hands, Steph thrust into her again and again.
“Harder! Harder!” Cass heard herself scream. “Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! EEEEEOH!”
She felt the fuzz of Steph’s pubic hair brushing against her ass as Steph fucked it, and Cass pushed backwards to meet her relentless thrusts.
“That’s it! Fuck me hard! Fuck my ass! Shihiiiitt!”
Steph continued pounding the tight asshole, Cass thrashing and screaming, until she felt some artificial cum swelling up the dildo and pumping into her asshole. She could feel it thickly squirting into her bowels, running down her thighs, and she ground her ass against Steph to savor every last drops.
“It feels… good. Good,” she groaned.
Steph gave her a few more strokes, than she pulled out of Cass, the relief of her orgasm lingering sweetly inside of Cass. She felt like a new woman.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” Steph asked, hours later. Or was it only moments? Cass couldn’t tell, but the sound of someone else’s voice was too thrilling to deny.
“Yes… anything you want… I’ll do. But… take the blindfold!”
The strip of cloth was ripped off of her. Cass blinked in the newly harsh light. A spotlight had been arranged to shine down on her, and it made Cass feel like the main attraction at a three-ring circus.
“So, pretty little Cassandra Cain wants to be good. That’s nice. The boss-man will really like that.”
Steph walked around Cass’s hanging body. Her fingers touched gently to Cass’s sweaty skin, stroking over the creamy, perfect flesh. She came back in front of the chained Cass and lightly circled her fingers around one ruby nipple.
“And he’ll like your tits,” Steph said admiringly.
Cass said nothing as the woman slowly forced her nipple to respond. Cass was angry with herself for becoming aroused because of this cheap trick, but it was her body reacting, not her mind.
The nipple sprang up, pulsating warmly. The taunting Steph’s finger slowly worked down into the valley between her breasts, swished to the sides on her sternum to feel the sharp intake of breath Cass gave at being touched in a way she wasn’t ready for. Cass’s flesh rippled as gooseflesh appeared. The room wasn’t cold, but she felt shivers going up and down her spine. Steph’s hand went lower.
“So, how did you like getting fucked in the ass? Do you know that you were begging for more?” Steph demanded, her eyes going wide with excitement.
Cass was unable to stop herself from grinning in sharing of Steph’s enthusiasm. “Yeah… I liked it. At first I hated it… going to beg you to stop… but then it was all the… up my asshole… I loved every second then.” She felt tremors of pleasure running through her sex as she remembered it.
“I knew you would end up loving it,” Steph muttered, a tinge of knowing lustfulness in her voice.
Her finger dipped into the dimpled navel on Cass’s belly, then worked lower into the sparse helping of midnight-black hair over Cass’s sex. Her mound quivered as Steph’s fingers pressed into it, massaging the fleshy rise of it, going lower only slowly, unsatisfyingly.
“I don’t understand… liking up my ass,” Cass said. “Didn’t want to like it… but I did… why do I love it when you fuck my ass?”
“It’s chemistry, babe. You have a slutty body. It likes getting a long, hard cock up the ass.”
“Getting excited… in my pussy… just hearing you say things…”
“Imagine what’ll happen when I do this to you, eh?” Steph replied tauntingly, as her fingers probed between Cass’s taut cuntlips.
In spite of her anger at the withholding, Cass felt her pussy begin to froth. She hated it, but she didn’t think there was anything she could do to staunch the flow of her arousal.
Steph’s fingers ran harder and faster through Cass’s sex. She arched her back, ramming her cunt down into the palm of Steph’s hand, but there wasn’t much she could do to give herself the deep penetration she wanted. The chains around her wrists held her too tightly.
Steph’s hand fucked fiercely into her pussy until Cass was sobbing and crying out, “More! Give me… more… so good… ohhhh… in my cunt!”
Her penetration went on until the pleasurable sexual tension grew to a torturous breaking point. Cass came, hating herself for how weak she was proving to be. She was showing Steph that she was submissive, that could so easily be dommed that even the untrained, unimposing Stephanie Brown could do it.
“You’re so beautiful, Cass. So sexy. I’ve been watching you for a long time, wondering when I should fuck you. When I saw you getting banged by all those holograms, I was so jealous. I wished that I had a big cock so that it could go into your pretty little pussy with all the others.”
Steph’s words jolted Cass. She didn’t know what to say. She had no idea Steph felt that way about her—had never admitted to herself that there was anything to Cass’s admiration of her beyond friendship. And now, faced with the hard emotional reality of Steph’s lust for her, she used the emotional ways of expressing herself that Steph had taught her.
“Super gay,” Cass said, her mind confused, tumbling, and unable to focus on anything beyond the way she felt inside. She burned. She hungered for cock, but it wasn’t being given to her right, given enough. She was being played with like she was a toy.
“That’s really homophobic, Cass. I think you should be punished for that. Right, boss?”
Steph spun Cass around to see a dark figure in the corner of the room. The shadow said nothing, but nodded. Then Steph went to get a broad wooden paddle from off of the wall. She swung it a few times, making it whistle through the air as Cass’s eyes widened in horror.
“It has holes drilled through it,” Steph said, as if giving a college lecture. “That lets the air rush through it. So it hits you much harder on that sweet little ass.”
She showed Cass, who recoiled screamingly from the smarting pain. The motion only caused her more pain as she swung free, supported only by the chains around her wrists, which cruelly cut into her soft flesh as all Cass’s weight focused on her arms, while still not stopping the hotly stinging suffering she felt in her ass.
“That fat ass of yours looks much better now that it’s turning red,” Steph said, laughing at Cass’s discomfort.
“’m not… fat…”
“That ass sure is. Don’t contradict me, ho.”
Steph swung the paddle harder, hitting Cass’s helpless ass faster. The loud thwacks of wooden impacts on bare flesh filled the room as Cass’s body filled with pain. But it wasn’t the pain of combat, being hit, surviving. This was subtly different. She recoiled every time Steph landed a powerful blow on her ass, but the lingering warmth it left belied her aching buttocks.
It was a sexual warmth. It spread from her well-paddled cheeks throughout her receptive body. Her belly quivered and heated just as if she were being fucked again, but without the influx of pleasure that had come from being filled to overflowing with cock—her pleasure was real, but also insufficient. Cass didn’t understand it. She was enjoying her spanking.
She began throwing her hips back to the swinging paddle. The loud whack as it landed jarred her, but caused so much heat to bloom in her cunt that erotic rivers ran down the insides of her thighs.
“Uhn… don’t do that… no… no…” she sighed over and over, while her body said other things, to her and to Steph. She hated herself for it, but she wanted more. More of what she liked.
“Don’t lie to me, bitch,” Steph snapped, moving in front of Cass with a glower on her face that would’ve been intimidating if it didn’t look so cute. “You enjoy it. You love how it feels when your fat ass gets smacked. Admit it, cunt, admit it!”
“No, no… not true…” Cass protested. She hardly understood why she was lying—‘the boss’ sat in the corner, probably Oracle, masturbating as she enjoyed Cass’s total humiliation.
She should have hated every moment of being degraded, especially with what was in all likelihood her mentor watching it all, but the feel of that wooden paddle on her naked flesh just did something to her. She wanted more. The only thing she wanted more than a spanking as she became aroused was a nice hot fuck.
“You shouldn’t lie to me,” Steph said dangerously. “Lying just means more punishment. And just because your ass is numb doesn’t mean your hole is.”
That was when Bane came in, naked.
Cass had to suck in her breath. She had never seen such a magnificent sight in all her life. His entire body had been oiled up, his muscles rippling and gleaming, making him look like a Greek God. He stood in front of her, his massive arms crossed over his broad chest. But she wasn’t looking at them—his prick held all of Cass’s attention.
It had to be at least a foot long. And it was hard and throbbing and hungry for pussy, her pussy.
Cass almost exploded with need. She sobbed and moaned and held in her cries that he fill her cunt with his cock and fuck the hell out of her. She knew that if she showed the least bit of desire in the middle of their sadomasochistic games, Steph would deny her the pleasure.
“Can’t do this to me,” protested Cass, hoping that Bane would come closer and slam himself all the way to the hilt inside of her. “Not fair!”
“Stand on these chairs,” Steph ordered, pushing two straight-backed chairs in front of Cass for her to climb onto. Cass stepped up, bending one knee onto each chair before the chairs supporting her went slack and she fell forward.
It was only at the last moment that the chains went taut and kept Cass from slamming her face into the cold stone floor. She was pulled wide open, one knee on each of the chairs, and they were almost three feet apart. Her arms were pulled straight up behind her back. She could rest her forehead against the floor but that was about all she could move.
With her ass jutting so far up into the air and her cunt split apart, she knew what could be done to her. She wanted some of Bane’s cock, but what she would get from Steph and her sadistic programming was another story.
Cass tried to look up and see Barbara. She knew that Oracle was the key to her pleasure. If Barbara gave the sign, Cass would get Bane’s cock. If she wanted more degradation, Cass would get that. And with the humiliation would come pain. Lots of pain. Pain she could tolerate, and a wait for pleasure that she couldn’t.
“Aieee!” she cried out as the paddle slammed into her tightened ass. She hadn’t realized how tensed up she was in this unnatural position. It made her as vulnerable as could be imagined to Steph, and the blonde spanked her ass until it glowed cherry red.
Then Cass felt movement.
Looking back through her wide-stretched legs, she saw Bane’s hulking boots coming toward her. And then came the battering ram of his member between her punished asscheeks. Bane rammed himself into her asshole and didn’t even try to slow down as her sore muscles were forced to part for him.
Cass screamed in pain. Her entire body shook. She tried to get her legs free, but the weight of her body held her in place, exquisitely vulnerable to him. She was totally exposed to Bane for him to sodomize however he liked.
“No… my pussy!” she begged. “Fuck pussy… not asshole… my asshole hurts so bad…”
She was telling the truth, but the sheer size of his prick, the heat radiating from it, and everything about her slavish position made her climax. She moaned as fire and ice gripped her, orgasm clutching hard at her body. She couldn’t move, but something about being locked into this position let her sensations ravage through her further and deeper than she’d ever felt before.
When she recovered sufficiently to feel the pressure of Bane’s glans forcing open her asshole, she realized the pain was from just the tip of his cockhead. The idea of her ass being plowed open by such a brutal entry made her scream again.
But when the thickened spade of his cockhead intruded further into her tightly clenched sphincter, Cass came again. She couldn’t understand how it made sense. She was getting off on pain. She felt the white hot stabs of agony fill her, but they set off explosions of pleasure deep inside her body. The paddling had given her a sexual warmth, but this was sheer heat, an inferno going hand in hand with anguish. And Bane, or at least his projection, seemed intent on reaming out her anus with all the strength contained in his massively muscled body.
Under other circumstances, Cass might’ve really enjoyed having a man’s cock—even this overhung monster’s cock—moving slowly in and out of her asshole, as she had managed to enjoy the dildo Steph used on her. It could be as sensual as a man penetrating her juicy sex. But this: pain filled her like water sloshing into a glass. She overflowed with torment. Then she came.
Cass hardly knew what was happening inside of her. Another inch of impossibly engorged manhood impaled her. And then another and another, until Bane’s baseball-sized testes were banging against her pussy lips. She could look between her legs and see each wet slap coming in like a wrecking ball. But it was better for her if she kept her eyes tightly shut. The pain didn’t seem as intense that way.
“Those cheeks are far apart as they gonna get?” Steph asked Bane. Cass didn’t hear him answer—he might have just nodded. All she knew was that his cock was still rampaging through her tender, hurting flesh.
“Then fuck her!” Steph continued. “Fuck her until she can’t take anymore! Then keep fucking her! And when you come, give her all of it deep in her guts! I want her sitting on your seed for a month!”
The sound of the paddle whistling through the air and cracking home echoed through the room. Cass flinched, but she hadn’t felt a blow. She guessed that Steph was spanking Bane, urging him to fuck her harder.
She was right. Cass’s entire body was yanked back and forth as Bane pulled out of her tightly sucking rectum, then threw himself back inside of her as fast as he could. She thought he would rip her to shreds, but the heat of his pounding, virile prick inside of her turned Cass on at the same time. She was too confused to sort out what she really felt. His hairy thighs were rubbing into her reddened, sensitive buttocks, turning her on even more.
Having his huge manhood sodomizing her hurt, but not enough to wholly tear her away from her love of the situation. She loved the idea of this well-hung man fucking her, even if it was in the ass, but he was going too hard, too rough for her to fully enjoy like she had the dildo. She guessed that he was fucking her so powerfully simply because of Steph smacking him into it. It made her frustrations mount as the pain drove any further orgasms further and further away, even from her growing pleasure.
And off in the corner, Steph’s shrouded ‘boss’ watched with silent intensity. Cass couldn’t forget that her demeaning pleasure was being done strictly for his or her benefit, if they weren’t simply another figment of Steph’s perverse imagination. For now, all that Steph did was to please the watching figure. Even Bane, with all of his strength, seemed to be operating only to obey them. Even though they might not have been real, Cass’s emotions outpaced her thinking, and she found herself hating them with an intensity that scared her—and a love that scared her even more.
Who else could see her needs so clearly? They’d ordered Steph to give her a spanking. That had turned her on with the slow soak of warmth into her body, her cunt, her ass. And she would have gotten off hard on Bane fucking her ass if only he weren’t do it so hard, so rough that she couldn’t enjoy it without reservations. The pain was even now threatening to devour her entire body, her back aching from the repeated impact of his overmuscled body against hers. She was positioned uncomfortably to begin with, but the cock pistoning in her ass made her feel like she was in actual danger.
But the pain and pleasure she got from the carnal friction of his pistoning cock blended together, however strangely. She soon found that she couldn’t tell what was causing her pleasure and what was giving her pain. Even when Steph slapped the paddle against the backs of her straining thighs, Cass couldn’t separate the two.
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain, they became one. The feel of Bane’s oversized cock pulling her apart merge with the delightful friction of him going into her and coming out. She came for one or the other. The feel of his body robbing sensually against her pain-wracked buttocks flowed into her orgasm. She came again. The pain of the paddle and the excitement of knowing she was being watched fused into a third gulping climax. She came and came and came, for pleasure, then for pain, then for pleasure again.
Bane lost control and fucked her with the total abandon of a man on the brink of orgasming himself. When she felt the hot surge of his cum entering her, Cass squirted herself. And soon, far too soon, his huge member melted inside of her and flowed out of her ruined anus, a sludge of his semen pouring down her parted pussy and onto the floor.
Upside-down, Cass could only watch. It made her feel good to watch, though. Damned good. The pain was intense, but the pleasure had been even more potent. She felt like she had won, somehow, just by showing them that she could take it.
“Computer,” a voice said, though Cass couldn’t make out anything about it through the pounding in her ears, “end simulation.”
The chairs disappeared out from under Cass, leaving her to dangle lower on the chain before it too disappeared, dropping her onto her belly. Steph picked her up and carried her closer to her boss. Cass moaned incoherently as she was hoisted up in the air, writhing and twisting and clawing at her swollen sex whenever she could. When Steph dropped her down onto the cold floor, Cass clamped both her hands over the burning opening of her cunt, fucking two fingers up inside herself to continue what Bane had started.
With her body still trembling with aftershocks and weak from her captivity, Steph was easily able to wrench her hands away from her pussy. Cass hissed like an angry cat. She was little more than an animal now, the frustrated need of her cunt far overshadowing her rational mind, leaving her with only dark, sexual instinct.
Then she felt a boot slowly, even cautiously sink down on her head, pressing her cheek down against the floor. When Cass reached for her pussy again, the boot exerted pressure, and Cass pulled her hands back as sanity returned to her. She looked up as the pressure relented, and saw who the boot belonged to.
Batman was standing over her.
“Stephanie was right,” he said. “You’re ready for my cock.”
Steph wrapped her arms around Bruce’s waist in an almost childish hug, then leaned up to kiss his cowl on the cheek. “Told ya so. But I’m a lot more ready.”
“Stephanie thought we should give you time to break free in case you really didn’t want to be fucked,” Bruce said, seeming to ignore Steph as she licked his cheek and reached her hands down into his trunks. “She also thought we should pass the time having sex.”
“Look at this dick, though. Can you blame me?” Stephanie asked, hauling Bruce’s manhood out into the open. Cass thought it was even bigger than Bane’s. She automatically tried to raise up to get to it, but Bruce pressed down with his boot again, forcing her back into her subservient position down on the floor. “Ha! I knew you would want it. And now you know you can take it… anywhere… just like I knew you could.”
“Then let me… take it…” Cass said, her words slurred from having to fight against Bruce’s instep to move her jaw.
“No,” Bruce said at length. “I like you down there. And I think Stephanie deserves to give me a blowjob for being right about you. You’re a slut, just like her and just like your mother.”
“Hey Cass, did you know that Brucie fucked Lady Shiva while she was pregnant with you?” Steph asked. “Talk about a Throwback Thursday…”
“Stretch your hands out in front of me,” Bruce ordered, and Cass obeyed. “Steph, kneel on them. We don’t want her spoiling the orgasm I’ll give her after you’ve blown me.”
“Yessir!” Steph replied enthusiastically, quickly moving to carefully lower herself down onto Cass’s outstretched hands. She sunk to her knees with Bruce’s erect cock right in her face. “Don’t worry, Cass. I’ll get it nice and wet for you. You won’t feel a thing when he goes inside you!”
“Like it… when hurts,” Cass said, and moaned helplessly as a drop of Bruce’s precum fell on the floor before her.
It looked like her training simulator had finally taught her something she didn’t already know.
Comments
Shendude
Goddamn! Not what I'm usually into, but wowee-wow-wow, that was hot.
